Creaturesof the nigth کے بول

The moon guides my way back home. It's late as I walk alone. These woods are not inviting at this time of night, so I pick up the pace. In the air, I hear voices everywhere. And it is so dark, that I can't make out a face. SO I REACH FOR MY KNIFE AS THE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT LET ME KNOW THEY'RE THRE. WON'T DO ME NO GOOD, 'CAUSE WHAT'S IN THESE WOODS IS THAT WHICH I CAN'T KILL. Well I sense something is about, so I gather up my courage and I take a look around. I look to my left and then to my right. I should have never looked behind. I run home as fast as I can. I don't want to have to ever look back again.